- Spring is taunting us here in Montana. We had a couple of really nice days where the snow melted enough that I can actually see most of my road (because for SOME DUMB REASON the roads aren't plowed even in the middle of the biggest city in the state...*ahem* this absolutely pisses me off and I vent about it regularly :). And then it snowed again this morning. So, go figure. I can't wait for this winter to be over though--it's been a long one!
- I think I post about how much I hate winter almost every single time I do one of these.
- Who else out there is watching the USA implode and trying not to tear their hair out? Because that's been utilizing a whole lot of my energy lately, let alone attending marches, writing letters, making calls. I have always been politically minded, though I don't post about it much, and good grief, lately it seems that EVERYTHING I hold dear is under attack: the arts, sciences, free speech, the gov't checks and balances, equality, understanding and acceptance of other religions and ancestry groups. I really try to remain neutral in general in my public posts but it's crossed the line. People, this is my LIFE. I am a professor who teaches about science and how we are all human and we should treat each other as such. Why is this so hard to understand for some people?
- The end is in sight for my WIP. Maybe not revisions, but I am *this* close to getting to the end. This draft has kicked my butt, and I generally love drafting. Some novels though, I swear, they're more blood than ink!
- I wrote a lecture on writing research papers (and how to do academic research...because for *some* reason I revel in my students being informed, intelligent members of society who can check out sources of information). This is the last slide, because it cracked me up:
Monday, February 27, 2017
Monday, February 20, 2017
SOME ARE OLDER THAN THE CITY ITSELF.
The city sleeps. Selene DiSilva walks her dog along the banks of the Hudson. She is alone-just the way she likes it. She doesn't believe in friends, and she doesn't speak to her family. Most of them are simply too dangerous.
In the predawn calm, Selene finds the body of a young woman washed ashore, gruesomely mutilated and wreathed in laurel. Her ancient rage returns. And so does the memory of a promise she made long ago. To protect the innocent-and to punish those who stand in her way.
With the NYPD out of its depth, Selene vows to hunt the killer on her own. But when classics professor Theo Schultz decodes the ancient myth behind the crime, the solitary Huntress finds herself working with a man who's her opposite in every way. Together, they face a long-forgotten cult that lies behind a string of murders, and they'll need help from the one source Selene distrusts most of all: the city's other Immortals. (Goodreads)
As I mentioned a few posts ago, I've been wandering into the adult fiction arena more, which means I've been trying to pick up books that fit into the category I enjoy most: urban or paranormals. I love the real world with a good twist :) And this one absolutely fit the bill for what I wanted. Selene is the goddess Artemis, and I really enjoyed the way she was portrayed--lonely, frustrated, and always trying to right the wrongs against women. The story Brodsky has crafted is fast paced, fun, and fascinating for a geek like me who loves all things Greek mythology. Theo Schultz, the professor in the novel, did annoy me a bit (yeah, he's the subject of another blog post ;), but as the story progressed as his position became less of a focus, I could ignore my annoyance more and it didn't detract from the story. Honestly, this story was awesome and I'm really looking forward to the sequel!
Definitely a good read for anyone who's enjoyed American Gods or the Percy Jackson series (this was the blurb that sold me on this book in the first place!).
Monday, February 13, 2017
I have a fun book to share today, from the wonderful LA Dragoni! Enjoy! :)
For fifteen minutes each night a portal opens in Tamara’s barn and a horde of ghosts spills into her yard. She and Dex work together to find a way to help Cal and the thousands of spirits stuck in the void to cross over. When she learns she has the ghost touch—the ability to touch the ghosts as if they were corporeal—and she accidentally helps a little boy cross, she believes it might be possible. But not all the spirits play nice and when they learn they can sip energy from her ghost touch, they become greedy putting her life at risk.
Each time Cal has to pull her from the mass of ghosts, her touch restores him more and more until he is at danger of being stuck on earth—forever, which is very enticing to Tamara the better she knows him. Will she and Dex figure out how to help the spirits cross and if they do, will she be able to let Cal go?
Tamara rubbed her hands together then held them toward the fire. The air had an extra chill to it. “Hurry up, they should be here soon.”
She’d barely finished speaking when bright light burst through the barn. Tamara spun back around. “Dex!”
She shielded her eyes with a hand searching for Dex’s familiar silhouette, but couldn’t make him out in the chaos of ghosts streaming from within the building.
“Dex!” she shouted again, leaping forward and running toward the door. A stabbing pain of cold sliced through her upper arm when she knocked against the ghost with the shovel in his hand. He stopped to stare at her with a surprised expression on his face. She pushed forward, ignoring the increasing pain as she jostled up against the ghosts.
A knot of ghosts hunkered together where she last saw Dexter. She pushed through them, her warm touch surprising enough to make them jump back. Dex lay crumpled in a quivering ball at the center of the group. Tamara kneeled beside him and clutched his shoulders.
“Dex! Are you okay?” He didn’t respond, just rocked to and fro, mumbling incoherent words. She shouted. “Dex! Can you hear me?”
His gaze finally lifted, a wary look colored with terror.
“Oh my God.” Tamara wrapped her arms around him. His body was ice cold. She pressed as much of herself against him as she could and buried her face in his hair. “I gotcha. You’ll be okay.”
Then she became aware of an ache worming through her muscles and realized hands pawed at her, clutched her, and were trying to pull her away. She raised a furious glare at the eager crowd of ghouls and snarled. “Stop! Leave us alone.”
However, hunger showed in the eyes of those who’d been dead a short enough time to still have them. Actions became more insistent and then combative. The group shoved and swayed until she worried she’d be crushed beneath them when they fell. She kept her arms wrapped around Dex, hoping to keep the spirits off him, but many simply reached through him to get to her. He shuddered violently and had grown quiet.
Each individual touch drained her of warmth and energy, yet they continued to grope at her arms and back, tug on her hair and clothing. She grew weaker and weaker until the edges of her vision dimmed and she could barely feel the boy she was trying to protect. Just before she passed out, a roar penetrated her frozen mind and she sensed more than saw the crowd spring away. But she was already too far gone and lost consciousness just as lukewarm hands gripped her upper arms.
"The writing's terrific, the storyline compelling. Truth be told, I rushed to the end to find out who Tamara would end up with." -Stuart R. West
Monday, February 6, 2017
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Yay for February! A little closer to spring! We've had the longest winter ever (or so it's felt like, and actually it's one of the coldest since they started keeping records 1896). Anyhow, I'm ready for the snow to melt already :) And this month we're talking about genres on InkRipples. You know, the classifications of books that delve more deeply than just fiction/non-fiction :)
I've spent the majority of my writing career writing in Young Adult fantasy and sci-fi. I love reading this genre. I love writing it. But...lately it hasn't been doing it as much for me. I know it's not that the books have changed. They're still fantastic! But when I want to pick up a novel, I'm a little more inclined to want an adult MC. Don't get me wrong--I'm still reading as much YA as possible, but I've added a great deal more adult fantasy and sci-fi to my TBR.
This has also reflected in my writing. The last couple of books I've written have absolutely been in the adult category. Not because they have loads of sex or something (nothing more than any of my other books), but because they have older MC's and deal with bigger issues, more adult problems. And I'm kinda okay with that. Though I am wary of delving into the adult writing community, as it feels like a new culture and world to learn and I like my kid-lit people! Still, I can't help it: I'm crossing the genre line into the adult side of the writing scene.
So, what does this mean? Well, it depends. A different market to target with my writing. Different things to think about while writing (not so much about being an accurate teen, but more an accurate adult), and gearing some aspects of my language and thinking toward a more "mature" audience (interpret that as you will ;). It's actually a little less stressful in some ways--teens are far less forgiving about slips in authenticity, whereas adults may be just as discerning, but more open to differences in experiences. We'll see how this goes!
Marketing is a whole other issue. How to target a new audience with an adult book? Well, I'm going to worry about that a bit more when it comes to it, as I don't have either of these books placed with a publisher (yet! Because it's gonna happen!). I do know it's going to take some tweaking and re-tooling, however.
If anyone had asked me a couple of years ago what I thought about genre-switching, I would have twitched and blinked and maybe broken out in hives. But now it's something I'm really enjoying. Does this mean I won't write more YA? Nope. But it does mean that I'm going to embrace what my brain decides it wants to write, and if that means an adult book, bring it on!
|Okay, couldn't resist! This made me laugh too hard :)|